cquot　and　clinked　his　full　glass

against　hers。　？Serena　van　der　Woodsen　is　the　greatest　talent　of　the　twenty…first　century；　and　though

some　of　you　may　think　I？ve　sold　out　by　shootingBreakfast　at　Fred？s　entirely　inside　the

mainstream　zeitgeist；　it　is　Serena　who　is　my　greatest　independent　work　of　art。？　Okay。What　exactly

did　he　just　say？

He　hopped　off　the　table　and　laid　himself　flat　on　the　ground　at　Serena？s　Herm？s…sandaled　feet；

murmuring；　？I？m　not　worthy；？　over　and　over　again。

Serena　blushed。　She　certainly　didn？t　feel　like　an　independent　work　of　art？far　from　it。　She　was

just　a　confused　high　school　graduate　who　was　going　to　college　because　she　wasn？t　exactly　sure

what　to　do　next。　She　looked　up　and　saw　Ken　Mogul？s　gorgeous　wife　looking　at　her　coldly；　arms

folded　across　her　chest。　Serena　shrugged　shyly；　as　if　to　let　her　know　that　she　wasn？t　really　into　all

this　ass…kissing；　star…worship　stuff。

The　cameras　went　crazy；　clicking　away　like　mad。　Ken　sat　up　abruptly　and　held　his　stubbly　hand

in　front　of　his　face。　？Gentlemen；　please！？　he　shouted。　The　flashes　stopped　as　quickly　as　they？d

started；　and　the　crowd　grew　silent　again；　waiting　for　Ken　to　speak。　？Not　only　do　we　begin

shooting　the　sequel　toBreakfast　at　Fred？s　next　month；　but　I　plan　to　shoot　a　new　film　this　spring；　in

the　style　of　the　visionary　director　Fran？ois　Truffaut？a　gritty；　black…and…white　exercise　in　emotional

realism　and　the　searing　depravity　of　love　and　addiction。？　He　put　his　glass　of　champagne　down

dramatically。　？And　both　films　will　star　Serena　van　der　Woodsen；　of　course。？　Serena？s　mouth

dropped　open　and

Ken　met　her　wide…eyed　gaze。　He　gave　her　a　quick　wink；　his　scary　blue　eyes